Well, now I feel alone. I slept 12 hours last night. I only left the house to eat. Then i came home and went back to bed. I really didn’t want to. I also had nothing else to do. I have nothing to do today. Well here’s what I have to do: Get a job. Then, move out. Get my own place. I could get an apartment for under 600 a month. I want my own apartment.
I feel bad. I feel responsible. I feel alone. I told you to leave, effectively. And I was sleeping in your bed when i told you. I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say or do except “I’m sorry.” I want to see you. I want to cuddle. I want you to make me feel like eveything is good. Is that gross? Should I care if it is? Fuck you. She made me feel good. You make me feel good. I broke my own fucking heart. By breaking up with you. I wish I hadn’t. I wish I had you still. I wish I could phone you without being confusing. I wish i wasn’t so pathetic. I wish i didn’t feel I still need you. Fuck this.
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